This first one is my little girl Ivy. She had her first birthday this Spring. People told me I was crazy for getting a puppy when I had a one year old to watch over. I figured the house is already baby(and therefor puppy) proofed so why not? We weren't looking, it just kind of happened. I carry a lot of guilt for buying a puppy this time around (as opposed to rescuing), but she is wonderful with the kids and my daughter just adores her. Ivy LOVES water, harassing her brothers, and jumping around like a bouncy ball.
This next one is Travis. He was a rescue and came to us when he was 18 months old. He is getting to be an old bird (7 to be exact) and enjoys hunting furry things, chasing squirrels and rides in the truck, so much so that he refuses to be left inside when we head out and will sometimes feel so strongly about coming along that he will lay behind my rear tire so I can not leave with out him. He sleeps with my daughter and is one stinky, stinky beast. Oh, and he is also in charge of the 'Neighborhood Watch'.
Lastly we have Andy. He is also a rescue and my first dog as a "grown-up", the one that all future dogs will have to live up to. He is an extremely neurotic creature and shadows me where ever I go. This boy never barked (as in we had never heard him, even once) until I became pregnant with our first child. He has been my protector ever since. To the best of any one's knowledge he is a Border Collie and Nova Scotia Duck Toller mix, an escape artist, and loves to do nothing but be with his people. He has a freakish quality of not needing to be bathed, ever, and is estimated to be 11-13 years old.